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๐Ÿ‘ค LIL SLEEPY โ€ข ๐ŸŽผ Death continues to sabatoge my life, but my soul is growing stronger โ€ข โฑ๏ธ 2:19
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โฑ๏ธ 2:19 duration
๐Ÿ†” ID: 12795620

๐Ÿ“œ Lyrics

Hollow
I can't feel
Hollow
I can't feel
Hollow
I can't feel
Hollow
I can't feel

Hollow in body and mind
Bitch I can't feel shit
When I look in the mirror all I see is lunatic
Tick tock goes the time that I've lived with it
Pop another mother fucking antipsychotic
Keep it straight, no say, I'm not stopping
Put the mother fuckers in the grave just to watch it
Tryna wake up, but I can't hypnopompic
My sanity is wearing thin, I'd say it's microscopic

Toxicology report is coming back up in the red
It's like a thunderstorm with all the blood that has been shed
Slit wrists from god
He's the one who fucking bled
I pumped you with formaldehyde because you're fucking dead
Toxicology report is coming back up in the red
It's like a thunderstorm with all the blood that has been shed
Slit wrists from god
He's the one who fucking bled
I pumped you with formaldehyde because you're fucking dead

Hollow
I can't feel
Hollow
I can't feel

Yeah the virus creepin mothafucka feel it my bones
Sickness takin over, lost like rover, bitch I'm comin home
Ties severed lies in disguise as my fuckin woes
Never gave a fuck though, left my body in the cold
Way back when, they'll never see all my fuckin lows
Death on my mind, suicide up inside my skull
Lost to the tides, up my vice to a broken soul
Vanity don't fix shit, just open up the deepest hole

Toxicology report is coming back up in the red
It's like a thunderstorm with all the blood that has been shed
Slit wrists from god
He's the one who fucking bled
I pumped you with formaldehyde because you're fucking dead
Toxicology report is coming back up in the red
It's like a thunderstorm with all the blood that has been shed
Slit wrists from god
He's the one who fucking bled
I pumped you with formaldehyde because you're fucking dead

โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics

[00:00.38] Hollow
[00:01.62] I can't feel
[00:03.62] Hollow
[00:04.98] I can't feel
[00:07.08] Hollow
[00:08.30] I can't feel
[00:10.40] Hollow
[00:11.66] I can't feel
[00:15.43] Hollow in body and mind
[00:17.37] Bitch I can't feel shit
[00:19.12] When I look in the mirror all I see is lunatic
[00:22.45] Tick tock goes the time that I've lived with it
[00:25.85] Pop another mother fucking antipsychotic
[00:29.18] Keep it straight, no say, I'm not stopping
[00:32.17] Put the mother fuckers in the grave just to watch it
[00:35.47] Tryna wake up, but I can't hypnopompic
[00:38.77] My sanity is wearing thin, I'd say it's microscopic
[00:42.66] Toxicology report is coming back up in the red
[00:46.22] It's like a thunderstorm with all the blood that has been shed
[00:49.71] Slit wrists from god
[00:51.05] He's the one who fucking bled
[00:53.04] I pumped you with formaldehyde because you're fucking dead
[00:56.08] Toxicology report is coming back up in the red
[00:59.75] It's like a thunderstorm with all the blood that has been shed
[01:03.19] Slit wrists from god
[01:04.52] He's the one who fucking bled
[01:06.48] I pumped you with formaldehyde because you're fucking dead
[01:12.53] Hollow
[01:13.78] I can't feel
[01:15.85] Hollow
[01:17.04] I can't feel
[01:19.17] Yeah the virus creepin mothafucka feel it my bones
[01:22.57] Sickness takin over, lost like rover, bitch I'm comin home
[01:25.85] Ties severed lies in disguise as my fuckin woes
[01:29.26] Never gave a fuck though, left my body in the cold
[01:32.66] Way back when, they'll never see all my fuckin lows
[01:35.95] Death on my mind, suicide up inside my skull
[01:39.36] Lost to the tides, up my vice to a broken soul
[01:42.72] Vanity don't fix shit, just open up the deepest hole
[01:46.39] Toxicology report is coming back up in the red
[01:50.13] It's like a thunderstorm with all the blood that has been shed
[01:53.55] Slit wrists from god
[01:54.84] He's the one who fucking bled
[01:56.88] I pumped you with formaldehyde because you're fucking dead
[01:59.83] Toxicology report is coming back up in the red
[02:03.52] It's like a thunderstorm with all the blood that has been shed
[02:07.04] Slit wrists from god
[02:08.20] He's the one who fucking bled
[02:10.29] I pumped you with formaldehyde because you're fucking dead
[02:13.57]

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